The cool sea breeze, the white gull,
scattered clouds, and warm sand under our feet.
I walk this walk with you my son,
And footprints left behind,
Become undone,
As waves will wash away the seconds,
But the echo of my words,
Will sing;
Like this soft summer breeze,
And the scattered clouds,
And the warm sand,
Trickling under our feet.
Promise me when I am gone,
You will keep this walk in your memory.
Until we meet again….one day,
And walk our walk again.